Poems from yokonotono
My poems these days are messy afterthoughts
With no thoughts or rhyme to them anymore
A whirlwind of time pieces that are just...
Today I read about a poet who cried every night before she went to sleep
Except each tear was carefully placed, and her eyes were empty
She...
These days they're less likely to bleed through, us that is
It's immaculate how you say you love me but yet I cannot see it
I do not...
When I was 6 years old I saw my mama weeping
She was crying in the back seat and I just took a whoopin
When it was all over she said that...
I hear a roaring in the walls at night, I believe it is the pipes
Or maybe the furnace screaming to let it catch our home on fire
I imagine...